| I wait for her to speak for me
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| The rule is truly golden
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| I am spoken for
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| A drifting day on my own
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| he does chastize these bones
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| He gives a womans touch
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| A drifting day alone
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| He does chastize his own
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| He gives a womans touch
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| We are all pleased to dwell
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| With me
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| With me
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| Out of their goodness
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| And over my head
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| A burning coal of kindness
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| Over my head
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| Over my head
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| I spin with the world
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| But it is no help to me
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| I sleep in this chair like a stone
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| A yellow flower has grown
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| He does chastize his own love
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| He gives a womans touch
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| To spin with the world
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| It is no help to me
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| I walk the creeking floors of this home
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| Where a yellow flower has grown
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| He does chastize his own love
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| He gives a womans touch |